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Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought!
No one is grown up except those free of desire.
Your actions mean nothing, the sex and war that you do. You’re holding part of your pants and prancing around, Dun-da-dun, dun-da-dun.
Deny your desires and willfulness, and a real mount may appear under you.
Experience that breathing. From books and words come fantasy, and
sometimes, from fantasy comes union.
Don’t hand me another glass of wine. Pour it in my mouth. I’ve lost the way to my mouth.
Every object, every being, is a jar full of delight. Be a connoisseur,
Look through Shams’ eyes into the water that is entirely jewels.
Don’t ask questions about longing. Look in my face.
But listen to me: for one moment, quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. God.
“You are the sky my spirit circles in, the love inside love, the resurrection-place.
Lo, I am with you always means when you look for God, God is in the look of your eyes, in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self, or things that have happened to you There’s no need to go outside.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something might be planted, a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.
Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!
Do you think I know what I’m doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it’s writing, or the ball can guess where it’s going next.
